Dick stared and stared at her jugs, and Wendy couldn't stop blushing. Her large lovely tits had always been a source of embarrassment to her. Boys had teased her, gawked at her, and tried to feel her up – that is, until she started going with Dick. Dick had made short work of any guy who gave her a bad time.

And just this year she'd learned that her extra-large breasts could actually be an advantage. Combined with her five-feet-eight stature, her lovely figure, and her pretty face, they gave her a stunning appearance. A promoter for the Miss North America pageant, passing through town, had spotted Wendy at the cafe where she worked as a waitress and had assured her she'd go far in the pageant.

Right now, though, she couldn't keep her mind on the future. There was only this embarrassing yet exciting moment, with Dick gawking hungrily at her beautiful naked tits. At last he sighed and reached out to gently cup the full soft melons. He was a big guy, but her lush breasts almost overflowed his hands.

"Oh, Jesus, Wendy," he moaned.

He began to mold and caress her big warm jugs, gently and awkwardly at first, then with growing boldness and a firmer touch. Wendy's face flamed. It was the first time a boy had touched her naked breasts. At first she felt only modesty and shame, but gradually his touch began to feel rather pleasant.

She hadn't realized that her tits could be a source of sexual pleasure. As Dick ran his hands over the silky hot flesh, squeezing and massaging, she felt little thrills of pleasure running right from her tits to her pussy. That glowing melting sensation in her slit grew and grew.

"Oh, Dick," she gasped, "don't get me too excited."